Montreal, Outside Tattoo Parlour. March 2nd.
Kuki said, having the two tendrils emerge from their pectoral pouch.
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"Now, sit down.
Shana? Can you help her get down, gently, and support her back? Fernand, crouch down besides her"
they instructed, adding more specialised lenses to their eyes, zooming in on Anik's physiology, down to the cellular level, focusing on the burned areas.
Once Anik was in place, and Kuki refreshed their memory on how Anik's altered cells were supposed to be structured, Kuki returned their sight to be focused on seeing muscle and fat, the tendrils glowing a soft pink. Then, Kuki began taking samples of skin, fat, muscle, connective tissue, blood, and blood vessels, storing these as data on their computer.
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"Other than the parts that were damaged, I don't need to know how you're built, so I won't take samples of everything"
, they mentioned.
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"And I'll still let you feel my fur for a good time. How's that for getting value in a deal, huh?"
they added, mostly to keep Anik engaged, to keep her mind occupied, and not slip into a delirium.